A swamp in the jungle. Juriti, Maranhão (Brazil).
"Yesterday's marshes" - writes Michael Taussig* - "seem far behind us as dystopias spreading pestilence, eerie and phantasmic. To hear the word 'wetlands' today is to unconsciously register this displacement, together with its previous state of miasmatic abjection".
As a place of abjection, the swamp bears resemblance to many archaeological sites of the contemporary world. Corruption, putrefaction, dissolution of matter and memory. That is the jungle today, too. A place where slaughter and crime against humanity and nature dissolve in the vapors of miasma, leaving no trace behind.
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*Taussig, M. (2004): My Cocaine Museum. Chicago & London: The University of Chicago Press. p. 175.
 by Alfredo Gonzalez Ruibal
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